Saw J— for maybe the last time ever today — we finished our “exchange of stuff” between living places. Everything is basically sorted out now, and there is no practical reason for us to ever have to have contact again.
Saw J— for maybe the last time ever today — we finished our “exchange of stuff” between living places. Everything is basically sorted out now, and there is no practical reason for us to ever have to have contact again.
Carlos, my oldest friend, gets into town and tries to cheer me up a little. Doesn’t really work, but I get some Guiness out of the deal.
Revamped some of the home page. Been working on it for a few days now while I’m coughing my lungs out and missing, hating, and loving J— (all in her absence, of course). Pretty settled into bachelorhood by now, though.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)